Forget
About The Suit
From The
London Chronicle
Don’t
mention the suit if you are not interested. For you or one of your friends. I
shall understand. My late wife bought it for me as a surprise on my last
birthday…I couldn’t wear it. In fact I break down when I look at it. I can’t
describe my feelings. I can’t never get over this body blow,
Reading
this nearly twenty years later I can’t recall what was troubling me. It was
probably my making some excuse to avoid him. But I remember my visit to his
mausoleum-like flat. I declined to sit down and stood there twiddling my
father’s Omega watch. I lost it an hour later somewhere on the Finchley Road.
The chain must have broken as I pedalled too hard being late for work. I don’t
think I mentioned the suit.